Sam jumped when he heard the door opening. With a quick glance, he made sure Dean was no longer in bed with him, and he sighed in relief. John swung the door open, grunted some kind of greeting, and kneeled in fron of the bed. He pulled out a duffel bag, and started picking through it.

"Why are you still in bed, Sam?" he muttered towards the floor. Sam thanked his lucky star that his father was facing the floor, because he felt his cheeks becoming a light pink.

"Just overslept." he grunted, and got up. His pants were still on the floor, right where he had tossed them yesterday, before Dean jumped his bones...

John seemed to have found what he was looking for, and he turned to Sam while placing a gun in a pocket on the inside of his jacket.

"I'm going up to the mountains for a week." John said."Just some werewolf punking around.. Might as well finish him off."
"You need any backup?" Sam asked. His father shook his head.

"Simple job, one man thing." John exclaimed. Sam nodded, his father usually preferred hunting alone. John Winchester wasn't the "having a partner"-type.

"Got everything you need?"

John nodded once more, before he turned and left. Sam pulled a t-shirt over his head, and sat down at the coffee table. He was just about to start his computer, when Dean emerged from the bathroom.

"Is dad gone yet?" he asked, and Sam nodded.

"Good. I kind of panicked when I heard someone at the door..." Dean grunted before opening the fridge, pulling out the leftover pizza from yesterday.

"You panicked?" Sam smiled."You panicked and hid in the bathroom..."

"Shut up." Dean grunted."Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam answered, before actually starting his computer, checking his email and some other essential stuff, like the news. There was nothing special, and Sam gave up.

"Dad's gone up to the mountains..." Sam started.

"I heard everything trough the bathroom door, thank you very much." Dean smiled, and Sam smiled back.

It had always been an understanding between the boys; their father couldn't find out. John would never approve, and would probably disown them both.

"So... lunch?" Dean asked, and Sam looked at him, grinning.

"You just ate two slices of pizza." he pointed out. Dean grinned right back.

"Pizza or no pizza; it's lunchtime." he said, before walking towards the door. Sam sighed, following him, after he grabbed the keys to the motel room and his brown jacket from it's hook beside the door.

"So where do you want to go?" Dean asked, as they turned right from the motel onto the street. Sam shrugged, he had absolutely no idea.

"Well, there's this little restaurant called Vlad's..." Dean grinned at the obvious vampire joke, and Sam rolled his eyes. He still agreed to going, and followed Dean's lead when walking thorugh the city.

"Are you sure they're open..?" Sam asked, and Dean nodded."Because, you know, a lot of smaller places aren't..."
Sam didn't have time to go any further with his statement, because something he really didn't expect happened. He looked down, and Dean had indeed grabbed his hand. Why? Dean wasn't the first guy to hold hands, and this made Sam nervous. At the same time he couldn't help but notice how small Dean's hand seemed in his, and how perfectly they fit together.

Just before he asked Dean why, Dean managed to open his mouth first.

"No one knows us here anyway... Just shut up and go with it."

"Bossy." Sam grinned, and a little laugh escaped Deans lips.

"I thought you liked when I was bossy." He turned his head, just the slightest tilt, to wink at Sam.

During the whole time they were away from the motel, Dean didn't let go of Sam's hand. Not even once.